Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 189: Confinement

Claude recovered very quickly over the next few days, and the doctor named Perente was a very good pharmacist, with a very high level of treatment, and Claude's injuries improved every day as he expected. By the fifth day, Dr. Perente had examined Claude's body and thought he was ready to get out of bed and move, but it would take some time to fully recover.

Claude was a little strange. Didn't Dr. Perente just say he needed five or six days to get better? Why did he say he needed some rest now? Bell stabbed him in the waist and scolded him quietly: "Are you stupid, man, what are you doing out of therapy now, rallying around like all those recruits? It's better to stay here than to train on the playground. Listen to me, stay here as long as you can...”

Claude suddenly realized why Dr. Perente had said in front of Lieutenant Sderry of the Military Justice Division that he was in just the right condition and that it would take some maintenance to fully recover. Because the military judge, Lieutenant Sderry, came to the treatment centre again, bringing to Claude and the veterans who were also being treated the punishment orders issued by the regiment against both parties to the canteen fight.

Dr. Perente was right, and this time with the mud, he beat 30 boards each, whether it was Claude or the veterans who started the fight, all for three days. Of course, Claude was charged with excessive assault, while the veterans were provocative. At the same time, considering that both sides were injured by the fighting, the decision was very considerate and the punishment order was not executed until their injuries were fully restored...

To be honest, Dr. Pellent is a very good person, and Claude knows that very well. He is indeed an angel in a white robe for the wounded and sick, except for the occasional brainless policies of spraying his head in front of him and dealing with things with his butt to think of something out of date. In Claude's view, Dr. Perente is essentially an angry literary middle age.

From Dr. Perente's personal experience, his life was actually inspiring. Born out of poverty, he was given a chance to read at the Temple of War at a young age, because he earned the admiration of an old pharmacist in the Temple of War with hard work and diligence and accepted him as a disciple. Commitment to treating illnesses among civilians as adults has gained a high reputation in his hometown, as well as the envy of his peers. As a result, on his twenty-seventh birthday, he received a conscription order and became an army pharmacist for the Blue Feather Corps.

Unlike a military pharmacist and a recruit, he can acquire national status only after 10 years of service. Dr. Perente, who had been in the barracks for 16 years, had been forced to leave the barracks after the end of his military service, even though he had been granted national status, and remained as an army pharmacist. In his words, there is no need to go home to fight for the sake of robbing patients and peers, as there is no need to buy clothes for nothing and high salaries in the military camps.

Claude spent more than a decade in the treatment center, fighting with Dr. Pellent in his leisure time. After all, he was a man for two generations, so he fought with Dr. Pellent on certain topics equally well. For a moment, Dr. Pellent lured him into knowing that Claude had a fairly mature and thought-provoking mind. Especially when Dr. Perente discovered that Claude still had quite a solid pharmacological foundation, he even moved his love to think about whether Claude could stay as his assistant in therapy.

Unfortunately, Claude came here to be trained as a sergeant, not as a recruit as he had been recruited, and there was nothing Dr. Perente could do about it, so he had to do his best to prolong Claude's stay at the treatment center. However prolonged, Claude was always leaving, and on the fifteenth day of his admission to the treatment centre, a military judge, Lieutenant Sderry, brought in two gendarmes who were to escort Claude to enforce a three-day restraining order.

Locked on the other side of the playground, four people passed through a large playground, attracting countless attention. Now on one side of the playground are trained veterans, and on the other side are recruits for recruit training, with more than 800 people looking at Claude and four others walking through the middle of the playground.

The hill camp is on a flat slope at the waist of the hill, and Claude finds himself confined on a rocky hill wall, a black yo-yo cave with two gendarmes standing at the cave. After entering the cave, there is a long tunnel, with a torch inserted every ten meters on the walls of the cave, and the dark light makes the cave appear deep and silent.

Lieutenant Sderry took Claude all the way to the end of the tunnel, another seemingly dark tunnel, but not long, just twenty meters, only a dozen thick little iron doors on one hole wall of the tunnel.

Lieutenant Sderry opened a small iron door, yanked his chin, and showed Claude to go in. It's just dark inside the little iron door and you can't see anything clearly. A gendarmerie removed a torch from the cave wall and reached inside the small iron gate, impatiently saying: "Get in. ”

Claude, this is how you can see that inside the small iron door is a very small room, a three-level stone step, and inside the small room is about a meter and six in length, one meter and four in width, three or four meters tall. There is an uncovered wooden toilet next to the third level stone steps, which is convenient for him in three days.

Just entering this tiny room, the tiny iron door behind closed and the room fell into darkness. After a while, finally a little light from the top. Looking up, it turns out there's also a small ventilated window with only two slap sizes and two irons standing on it. This is probably excavated from the thick stone walls, and the outside sky brings a little blurry light to the small room through the reflections of the stone walls, so that the rough contours of the interior can be distinguished.

This room is small and has no place to lie. It's about a meter and six long, and your feet can't stretch straight, and even if you remove the wooden toilet by the stone steps, it's long enough to stretch your feet there, which makes it even worse. Because the room is a meter and a quarter wide, not putting the toilet there would be like sleeping with the toilet in your arms.

The narrow rooms give you a very depressing feeling, while the height is more than three or four meters, making you feel particularly lonely. No wonder Dr. Perente said that the soldiers who committed the crime would rather be punished with thirty whips than locked up for three days, a place that was not truly inhabited. Unless you're a nervous wreck or an idiot, it's easy for a normal person to get out of a mental or psychological situation after a long time in a place like this.

Footsteps were heard again, and Claude found himself particularly sensitive in the small room to footsteps on the tunnel outside. The footsteps stopped at the tiny iron door, and as the stinging “creak” sounded, the iron door was opened, and the fire of the torch projected into the tiny room, printing the light on the stone wall in a strangely distracted color light.

A loud voice rang up: "You, come here, take this blanket and grass paper. Also, two meals a day, the meal will come in from under this iron door. After you eat, you will send the dishes out from under the iron door, understand? ”

In the silent past, Claudemer picked up blankets and a dozen strawberries from the gendarmerie. The small iron door was closed again and the interior was once again in darkness.

Claude leaned against the cold stone wall and closed his eyes. For other soldiers, confinement may be a terrible punishment, but for him it is not a punishment, it is a reward. This is where he can practice meditation with confidence, without worrying about being disturbed.

The second structure of the six stars in the spiritual space has so far gathered less than half the magic of the second element photons have converted. The time required to fill the entire interior space of the six stars is far from over, and it is not known when to be promoted to a second ring grammar master.

After practicing a meditation technique, Claude again heard footsteps from Yongdo, and even two gendarmes whispered. They're betting on whether Claude can climb out of the cell on his own in three days, or if they need to go in and get Claude out of there. In their experience, basically the soldiers who had been imprisoned for the first time, three days later, needed people to enter the small room and drag them out.

These two gendarmes brought Claude meals, and the food was very simple: a piece of black bread with two fingers in a wooden plate, and a piece of fresh water in a wooden cup. Without a fork and a spoon, it appears fearful that the utensils will be ground into a murder weapon in the hands of a confined soldier, resulting in unforeseen accidents.

Beneath the small iron door is a one-foot-long, 11-centimetre high moving window that allows wood plates and wooden cups to be delivered onto the first level steps. Claude got up, took out the blackbread slices, took the glass of fresh water, quickly stuffed it in his stomach, and stuffed the wooden plate and the wooden cup out of the window under the iron door. What he needs now is purity, and he doesn't want to be disturbed by his practice.

Claude continued to practice meditation in the afternoon, and after two exercises, he began experimenting with the spells he had learned. With the exception of the seven basic spells engraved on the six stars of the spiritual space, all the remaining spells are applied empty-drawn magic character arrays. Because he left the house to join the army, he left his magic book with his sister Anna as well. After all, the people in the barracks were cluttered, and it was not safe to carry the magic book around, and he could not be discovered that he was actually a magician.

Sensitive hearing led Claude to discover that more than a dozen confinement rooms on this side of the tunnel had only one occupant, and that the gendarmerie outside would not come and visit without a problem. So he was reassured that he was bold enough to practice those spells in the cell, and even put a bead of light in the cell, shaking a bright white spot in the cell.

After exhausting his magic, Claude began to practice meditation, and at night the gendarmerie delivered two slices of black bread and a glass of fresh water as usual. They began to wonder that the confined recruit seemed too calm, quite different from those who were often confined. You should know that normally those soldiers who have been confined for a day in the confinement room can't eat and cry for a long time. More often than not, the gendarmes who are standing by the iron gate looking forward to delivering food and talking to them a few more words, even if they are scolded to the blood of dogs are happy with each other...

Probably too short a time to know the horrors of the cell, maybe after one night it will be the same as the soldiers who were locked up before, and tomorrow they will probably start crying. The gendarmes thought of packing the tableware that Claude had sent and left.

Claude continued to practice meditation, and the only bad thing was that meditation was somewhat exciting to practice too much spirit. Claude supported the rock walls on both sides of the room with two feet, slowly moving up, rising to the vent above, inhaling a few breaths of fresh air, then grabbing the two iron railings of the vent with two hands and starting to pull up.

After exercising for a while, he jumped back down and put his hands on the stone steps for push-ups. After wearing himself out, Claude leaned half against the rock wall, straightened his legs, covered his blanket, and fell asleep.

I woke up in the morning because I was half lying down and half asleep and I was feeling a little uncomfortable. It took Claude another half day to get rid of the soreness in his back and shoulders, and continue practicing meditation...

Three days passed, and finally another footstep was heard on the tunnel, and this time one more person, it was clear that the time for confinement had come.

The "creaking” tiny iron door made a creepy noise, was opened and the light of the torch was shaking. A gendarmerie probe came in, wanted to see what happened to Claude, but saw Claude standing up against the rock wall, and the voice was very calm, “Is it time? ”

More than two gendarmes stuttered and stared at each other, and it was that Lieutenant Sderry who was also greatly surprised. He took the torch and stuck it in the little room, looked around, and when he found nothing unusual, he looked at Claude with suspicion: "How did you get through the last three days? ”

“How?” Claude shrugged: “Lean there, eat and sleep, wake up and eat. This place is very clean and relaxing, it's a good place...”